Late Night Creep (Intro) lyrics

by

Xavier Wulf


[Intro: idontknowjeffery and ???]
"...available for dinner"
"Nah, real sh*t, like don't let them hoes play you"
"...Six o’clock tryin’ to hang out"
"Man we hit them b*tches up, they ain't tryna come, mayn, they ain't coming the next day, f*ck that sh*t, like, you can't be available like that bruh, that's how you get played"
"It's, it's a different set of hoes anyways"
"I'm already good for the day, I could tell my b*tch to bring a friend, you really ask for a different set of hoes?"
Who, who you got?
Lemme' see how they look
Wait hold on, lemme' see yours

Night Owl n*gga
(Uh n*gga, ey yo, uh uh) we finna go play with them hoes...again, again, again (uh uh, yeah yeah yo)
Ey man this for my n*ggas with b*tches, this for my b*tches with n*ggas, you know what I'm saying type sh*t
All y'all virgin ass n*ggas can cut this sh*t off right now while you still got time, you know what I'm saying (Leggo)

[Chorus]
I'm playing with these b*tches, mayn that sh*t's my favorite sport
You fell in love, you caught some feelings, strict get off the court (get off the court)
I bought a ticket to the Memphis ten-a-trick again (trick again), I'm at The Pony, Gold Club, I'm at the Rodeway Inn

[Verse 1]
I used to pimp, that sh*t was cool, but mayn I'd rather trap (I'd rather trip)
I'd rather run a check up quick and throw that on a b*tch (on a b*tch)
I'm at the club, look like I pitch, the way I throw your rent
I threw the money on events, I threw 100 percent (every cent)
Now everything is spent (uhhh), I hit the ATM (uh, uh, uh)
[Interlude]
Yeah girl, follow him (uh uh), the late night creep sh*t, Night...Night Owl sh*t you know what I'm saying
It's three thirty in the club n*gga (yo), three forty-five in the club n*gga (yuh), four AM in the club n*gga (last call of alcohol)
Four fifteen in the club n*gga, I'm in this b*tch still, hold on, hold on, lemme get a thousand in ones (Leggo)

[Verse 2]
A thousand dollars, stripper ones, I throw that sh*t for fun (sh*t for fun)
I might just do a liquor run, I bought some diamond rum
She say she wanna smoke some dope, so now I'm buying some
I say I want her off the Molly, now she tryin' some
I wanna show her every drug I'm dying from (dying from)
She keep declinin' calls, who ya' hidin' from (hidin' from, hidin' from, who ya' hidin' from) who ya' hidin' from, you must got a pimp or som' (hidin' from, nah b*tch, leggo)

[Verse 3]
Me and my b*tch look like a boss, who wants to join the team
My eyes low, my credit low, just like yo' self esteem (self esteem)
I only do this sh*t at night just like it's Halloween (It's Halloween)
You out here tryin' to find a white boy there's no such thing
Who this n*gga think he'll find his queen when Jeffery on the scene(on the scene)
n*gga, what the f*ck you mean, that sh*t's not happening (not happening)

[Interlude]
Home wrecker (home wrecker), eyy if you listen to this sh*t (eyy yo) (sh*t ain't happening) dump that n*gga right now ey, dump that b*tch (f*ck)

[Verse 4]
I said straight up, not tryna cuss, but look I'm tryna f*ck (I'm tryna f*ck)
She said she's not a sl*t, but nothing's wrong with busting nuts(busting nuts)
I see you're working hard, saving up to buy a butt (to buy a butt)
And just for that, I'm tricking harder, help you run it up (yeah run it up)
[Chorus]
I'm playing with these b*tches, mayn that sh*t's my favorite sport
You fell in love, you caught some feelings, strict get off the court (get off the court)
I bought a ticket to the Memphis ten-a-trick again (trick again), I'm at The Pony, Gold Club, I'm at the Rodeway Inn
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